A Day with His Dick

~ IV ~

Date with Him

What the fuck Twilight?

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes and wondered why the little woman had put him through this crap again. Shutting his eyes, tightly, to repress the rage that boiled in his veins. Also caused worry to another part of him set to do the same. Why hadn't she teleported out?

"My... wasn't that an experience."

Ah shit. Spike bent over to grab his boxers, to the feeling of eyes on his behind, heaving a high, forgetting girls also worked like that. Sex and smut no longer were enough to get him off. Yet he was here... for whatever reason. Still have to deal with this.

"Certainly was the strangest session I've had in a while." He slipped his legs through the holes and raised the ebony to around its waist. It snapped. A tickle came from inside his belly, caused by feet forced into a stumble from the contact. His face dissipated in touching a claw to that area. "Enjoy yourself though? No worries about getting put on the girls' kill list?"

"You kidding?" He turned around to feel the softness pressing below his chest, the form of the woman, conforming to his own, stomachs rubbing a little. More shifting from inside of there. Seriously Why hadn't the genius teleport out? "Expect to be hit up by the hour. I'll put in a good word with you to the girls. They'll enjoy being casual about this as you are."

“This was causal?”

"I meant in hooking up you idiot." She leaned up to steal his lips and, while they were pleasant, plush and warm, with little furs to stroke him on—it meant nothing to him. Satisfaction of pleasure that would be lost like the others. It momentarily felt good. Yet that goodness barely compelled the heart anymore. "Though usually I enjoy the casual fuck on the first date to make things comfortable... but something about that toy! Mhmmhm! I'll have to look into something like that. It was so life-like! How does Twilight—"

"Powerful magic and an obsession with dolls and doll making—remember that Smarty Pants incident?"

Berry stepped back and pressed a finger to her chin. "That's right! Whole town fawned over that broken little thing." She smiled and shook her head. "Honestly I don't know how you handle that girl anymore. Seems like you're always alone for the ride when it comes to her problems."

Spike blinked and opened his mouth and yet a single word did not come out. No retort or a joke. Rather his eyes were lost to the present as his mind was brought to the past. Countless years of experience, living together, had caused the words to come out to be easy. "It's... because she's my friend. The first one. Best one too."

"And this best friend of yours is making you carry a doll of her that clings to your dick for the sake of recording all the sexual aspects of dragon anatomy?"

Slow nods of the head to show he understood that, but eyes turned away, indicating he didn't agree with it. "That might be true..." He glanced back. "But who else but a best friend would do that?"

Berry laughed. Hand meeting waist. Hips pushed to the side to accentuate the form of a stacked girl. "You're a good one, Spike. Real one. Don't know too many other guys that would go through their own stuff to get back... something like that." She smiled. "But keep in mind you're no longer the same dragon that came here. Maybe you have to keep around Twilight for various reasons..."

Spike tucked in his lips and gazed at the ground. "She was too good for me."

"And now I think the reverse is true."

"So I'm supposed to ditch her after that happens?"

"Not at all! Just... don't you think it's time to move on is all?" Berry walked over to the side of the bed, lowering to the drawer next to it, sticking out her ass and, as nature deemed it so, the dragon checked it. Mature cheeks that gleamed in strawberry. "Get your own place... own life... all that? You've got everything else checked marked now. How come you haven't made a move for yourself?"

How was one supposed to answer that? The dragon blinked down in looking at his body. It'd been the thing of dreams. Growth phase, one kind, rendering him tall, chiselled him handsome, a voice deeply refined. Experience caused him to lose a lot of negative tendencies. For so long and for so much, he wondered how he could become like all the other guys, to casually pick up and win over a girl.

It was when he stopped caring, however, that everything worked out. Right adjustments and personality shift as to draw others toward him. No longer did he search or attempt. He got most things in the bag that were needed to have a good life.

Now he could embark on actually having a good life of his own.

But he blinked in looking down. Where, above the black band around his hips, in the place where the subject of this talk loomed... nothing had come. No walking or pounding hands. Twilight had been trapped inside there. Doing nothing. Accepting... her fate?

Why didn't she teleport out? Or find a way to communicate before?

"Maybe you're right." Spike looked at the discarded pants and put them on, as well for the rest of his outfit, the hugging fabric, missed, for how it made him feel. "Maybe I could score it a lot better now without her. Unfortunately, though, I know Twilight. If I'm not there for her, then she'll be brilliant and do something stupid—and no one else will pull her out of it."

Berry dressed as they spoke. "You don't think the girl can handle herself?"

"I don't think there's many out there that can handle themselves for long." His arm shot through the sleeves and he could help but dust the jacket backward, the effect a cool one though, to the girl, gave a chuckle of mock. Even being hot allowed you to get away only with so much. "And I have to watch over her like how she watches over me."

"But for how long?"

"Until she finds a better guy... which would be easy to do if she tried." He looked to the door and scratched the back of his head. "But I really gotta jet it back home now. Uh. I can have Twi look into those dolls if you like?"

"Please do." Berry smiled and tossed back her hair using the back of her hand. "I'd like to have something buried back there while I'm on a shift. Squeezing now and then for the pleasure from it. Think she could shrink you to be like that? Wouldn't mind having a little dragon swimming between the sisters back there."

Spike knew it better to not give an answer to that question.

The sounds were terrible at first to the immersion of darkness everywhere. Shifting rocked the chamber to the movement of the monstrosity housing Twilight. Deeply trapped inside Spike's body, far beyond scales and skin, flesh and bone, as close one could be to another.

Twilight had let the light go out to the smothering to the one within. Eaten by the dragon to hear them talk about her. She'd lost herself to sleep. Barely getting any in that trapped place underneath his balls and the exhaustion of living through a day like this one.

The area at least had been clean and empty. Sounds from the outside were muffled through the density of the dragon that separated everything. Pounding voices nothing but whispered echoes inside here. The click of a door, large there, small here, as he must have gone home.

Would this be the remainder of her life? Spike would never be so cruel as to finish her in that fashion. But he would toy with her. Keeping her locked deeply inside of him as punishment for invading a place on him that was so intensely private—not that he was ever private about it.

Something slithered.

"H-Huh?"

Twilight shook her head and opened her eyes, returning to the present, the thundering of a heart, each a second apart, strong and powerful. First it scared her to think of being devoured into the depths of a beast. Now, however, it's strength had caused her to feel safe—in a strange way.

Something was moving about, however, in the surrounding area. In the darkness had come a light. One from the tip of the horn to illuminate the zone and the curved walls afar. Ceiling above, mostly round, with clumps of pink flesh, soft and squishy, raised and sunk into the place's waters.

From behind to the valve that had spat her here, though, was a thinness with a width of a ladder. Squinting revealed it to be a tongue. Papery in texture as eyes followed it, across its length, to its forked end. It flicked around, searching... for her?

Twilight stood up from the softness and rubbed for possible tears. Walking toward it, the serpent ceased, hovering a foot from the ground, coming to turn in sensing her. Both were slow in approaching the other as the stomach was the backdrop to the friends' reunion.

Her hand laid on one of its ends and, at once, the thing jerked out from it. Inching back before striking a lick across her face. Twilight laughed despite feeling like she shouldn't have. Seconds later, the thing bolted like a snake, wrapping over her, chest to feet, ensuring the girl entangled.

Then it whipped out of the stomach and pulled against the throat, which spasmed from the ascent, clamping and undulating, the sounds of gagging echoing around. Light loomed above and seconds later it washed across the girl. Blinding her to the view ahead.

It was one from the back of the maw, seeing the spread of the cavern, the rows of fags, the lips afar, now apart, revealing the joined palms set before them. Gravity leaned forward and Twilight with it. She fell through the cave, passing between the lips, landing on the platform of purple.

Above the weight pulled away as did one of the claws, rising to rub at his lips of spit, coming down, the second after, to pull on something. Squeaks bellowed out and torrents of water never stopped raging on. Twilight didn't have time to look behind her before seeing the thick stream that poured from the tap.

The claw passed into it, a digit passing over and pressing down on her, pinning the girl, as the water rushed over her. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she waited, washed and cleaned, feeling, at once, refreshed.

Then it pulled out, a squeak afterward, before the waters stopped.

Twilight wagged like a dog to dry the drenched mane and everything else, though it was a wasted effort as, afterward, a sea of cloth passed over her. Precise digit rendered a hill in it as the fibres collapsed on her body. Tapping in places with a little rub over her head. Once done, it pulled back, touching certain areas without shame.

Twilight glared up only to see the dragon looking away and, in being done with the cloth, set it down and reached to the toilet paper next. Ripping a slice and laying it on his palm. Still he looked away. She blinked before taking the hint. In walking over to the film of white, both of her hands grabbed the top, casting it around her, it bulky enough to hide her chest and the mass of her ass.

The massive dragon's face continued starting to the side, that was, till the movement stopped on his palm. One of his eyes cutely glanced back to see the tiny dressed. A smile washed over his lips for a moment—until his brows narrowed. "Twilight?"

Smallness. Nothingness. Pierced through like a speck.

"Y-Yes?"

His sigh and exhaled awash the palm in a storm of breath. "What the hell was all that?"

"I... I... I suppose there's not a good answer I could give you." Suddenly it came back. The betrayal of the dragon when it had mattered most. Used and abused and swallowed once it was done. Anger flashed through her in thinking she had a best friend. "B-But what about you! How could you have done all that to me! Letting that missy stuff me between her cheeks... f-fucking her while I was still there!"

There was either a wrong word or a group of them as, in an instant, anger flashed across his expression. Scales flaring and rage impaling into the glow of his eyes. Spike was set off at once in jerking his muzzle into his palm. "Are you kidding me! You really want to playback on that one? Are you sure about that!?"

"I was dropped into another woman's p-p-pussy because you let it happen! Enjoying stuffing your d-dick between those cheeks while I was there!" Twilight was shivering despite the steam that exhausted from the dragon's snout. His eyes, trained on her, to the intensity of the sun. "How could you ever do something like that to me? I thought we were friends! I-I know it wasn't... r-right, to have invaded the space around your thing."

His glare blossomed. "Don't you mean my dick?"

"Y-Yes! That word."

"And just what were you doing down there?"

"H-How about what you were doing in telling me to grab onto it! Is that some fantasy you have? To have s-someone holding onto your... t-thing!"

His eyes shut and eyebrows rose as if summing a prayer to not immediately make a mistake. No power was held here. Fighting with the giant and the beast was useless as he held all the cards—regardless of opinions. Auguring with him was foolish. Especiallyat this size. Yet her psyche demanded it be done now.

For. If it wasn't. That meant Spike, in holding all the power, always abused it... unless he changed that now. A part of her wanted to know if the dragon was still her friend despite the difference in size. If he would do what he did before and cast her like nothing. Or if she would still be treated like an equal... despite being nothing to him now.

"You and I... must not really be close... if you think sex has any importance to me." Spike's eyelids parted to reveal his orbs behind, simmering instead of boiling, a contained heat kept inside of them. "And for your information. Those times I told you to grab on? I did it for your safety.”

Twilight glared at him for that. Crossed her arms and turned her head and tilted up her snout. "Yeah right. H-How do you expect me to find that is true? Always dating someone a-and doing something you're not supposed to."

"Not supposed to?" Spike's face scrunched as he pulled back. "Who are you to tell me what I can do with who?"

Her heart hammered. Blood pumping in response to having done wrong. That little hint, dropped wrong, which gave the giant the wrong idea. Already she looked back to him in despair. The controlled rage on his face revealed how deserving she was of anything.

To be tossed back in that maw and swallowed, that lump traced down his throat and chamber rocked to the light dancing of his hips, all to show the deserved dominance over her.

Or simply held over his underwear as the waistband was tugged open, the girl, tossed in, uncared for after that. Only that she was where she belonged.

Yet none of these things happened.

Dragons were known for their temper. Greed and the need to do as they pleased. Hardly could they be blamed for the components of nature forcing them into such. In the distance was the face of the beast, devouring the view, his eyes, closing, steam exhausting from his nose.

Until his eyes opened again.

"Listen." His eyes bore down on the naked woman as she sat back on this joined palms, who gazed out at him, unsure of what she was to do. "I don't know about anything that's happening here. How you're suddenly small or wound up in my underwear of all places. Had that been anyone else—I-I would have been so kind."

Anger buzzed in his voice. Lurking. There and still seeking to punish. Yet it was restrained. Held back despite the rage being justified. Twilight leaned forward and tucked her knees to her chest, hugging around her legs, feeling herself compress.

"I know some mistake or mishap or whatever the heck must have happened for you to be even in there," Spike went on while looking to the aside as he tried to deal out his rage in whatever ways he could, "but you have to understand how that was for me. On a date and finding you down there. Having to deal with some crazy girl with a crazier fetish and keep you as safe as I could."

He chuckled. Boiling anger and bloating tensions, finding its exhaust, within a second. It always was in his wit where the answers appeared. How to deal with his feelings and how to express his thoughts. That calmness that came in a joke that caused all to laugh.

"And you could not imagine the restrain I showed in not letting myself blow the whole time."

Twilight laughed as well. The squeak of her voice drew back one of his eyes. That sparkling of emerald set at a corner to look at her. Below it was the pull of a smile truly able to be called a mile. The tension between them, if only a little, waning. "I-I... imagine that must have been difficult."

"You have no clue, Twi." That nickname. She hadn't heard it in a while. Least not from him. "Wondering why I'd been a bit... more in the mood today. Honestly didn't think I was going to make it when she had you back there. Sliding in and out like that, with you holding on—only reason I blew it inside of her."

Twilight blinked and stared off to the giant. "Really?"

"Only thing I haven't trained for."

"T-Trained? Really Spike?"

"Hey hey! I don't want to hear it from you—especially when you're the one in the doghouse this time." Spike shook his head and winds blew to the shifting of his frills. "You can't blame me for not wanting to be the guy who blows his load early. So I... practised a few things to help with that."

Twilight cocked her head to the side and never ceasing in her blinking. "How do you even practise for something like that?"

"Ironically enough—blue-balling myself." His face scrunched into itself into the form of embarrassment not usually seen. Indeed it was like he was a kid again. One having found a tiny and naked Twilight. Despite this, of course, they went on like normal—their normal. "Do the do for as long as you can and, before you finish: stop. Go do something else for a while. Then once it comes to it again, the exact same thing, curling your toes or whatever to stop yourself short again."

Twilight's mouth was long open before it produced words. "And that works?"

"Sadly," he said in withholding a breath, "yes."

Twilight brought a fist to her mouth and used it to hide her laughter.

"Hey hey! Not funny! You just don't get to—"

"Spike."

"—laugh when you... yes what?"

"I just spent the night and morning in your underwear, caught in a threesome where I was stuck on a girl's butt as you rode it and, lest we forget, then plunged deep inside of her as you... well, did what you did with that."

Spike remained silent.

"I don't think you have to worry about my laughing or holding over the fact on how you last so long in bed."

The dragon rolled his eyes. "You say that, but, I had to eat out that same girl after finishing inside of her."

Twilight scrunched her eyes. "That must not have been fun."

"Then I had to swallow it."

"I got swallowed too! I thought you were..."

"Were what? Punishing you? Punishing you and swallowing my own cum at the same time?" Spike shut an eye as the mountain of his head cocked to the side. Celestia was he striking. Handsome in a lightly cheeky way. "You know I'd never do that to you. Or, at least, not like that."

Twilight's face was confused.

"See. If I was wanting to do that—I'd wash you off first, before some mouthwash, then be an evil dragon." But he blinked and his features dropped. "But then that means I would get off to easing you for whatever reason. Or would even want to eat you for what happened back there."

Embarrassment crossed Twilight in not giving the dragon the benefit of the doubt. Insecurity dominated thoughts and feelings about him. What he must be like. What he must have thought about her. What he must be like to have gone through something like that.

Twilight hugged herself harder and, at the same time, desiring to claw herself apart for all that her psyche had tossed her through. Though a surprise came at her back. Plush though firm and sleek in its texture. She looked over her shoulder to the massive digit, vast and sprawling up from behind, which inched in circles—rubbing her back.

"But... but you seemed so into it—just like her."

Spike's face scrunched as his eyes shot down. "Oh right." He exhaled. "That." His eyes looked left, then swiped right, unable to find an escape from this. "I... kinda play myself to whatever girl I'm with. Just a thing I do. It's usually better to be like the way they imagined you to be than anything else."

"But why—"

"Were you able to hear our conversation at the table at all? On why I like to wear clothes like these and wanting to feel like an adventurer—only for her to laugh and shag it off?" The dragon, however, came to smile at this. "That tends to be a common occurrence. Just because you get with the normal populace doesn't make you normal in a sense. Everyone is mostly looking to fuck or have some fun and not much more."

He chuckled and exhaled at that. "You learn to be more like that."

Twilight looked over her knees and at her feet. Seeing all the scales that blanketed the flooring that went on beyond her vision. So small and on a palm that was now like a park. It was a living one. Warm and moving. Composed of the one she loved most. He formed violet land.

"So... what happened in the bedroom then?"

"You'd caught me by surprise there." Now it was the dragon's turn to look to the ground, the actual ground, that was vistas away. "Seeing you there and how you threw me into a shock that was a pinch of everything. Of course. Once Berry got involved—first anything was getting you out of the situation."

Twilight blushed and wiggled into herself. Fears and doubts felt so far away. Strange were they to consider. It couldn't be helped. Trapped between the giants, talking and acting as they were, to seem the worst of it all. Unable to speak or connect with her dragon, unsure of their connection still being there.

Yet that was no longer the case. One conversation changed everything. The little things littered throughout, developed by each other over the years, letting each other know, without a doubt, that connection they shared.

That it was still there.

"I couldn't break cover or anything like that." Spike shook his head, lighter this time, knowing that, no matter how small the movement, the motion would be tremendous on the tiny one. "I don't think Berry would have done anything with that information. But still. I didn't want to chance that accumulation on you."

Twilight rested her chin on her shoulders and gazed off to Spike's fantastic face. So large and yet so kind. Soft but able to strike a feeling into her heart. Grown and developed, and yet, hints of what was before still there. How cute and fat and the like he used to be. No longer so giddy. Yet retaining some of that soul from younger days. "So you took that humiliation on yourself?"

"Better on a dragon than on a princess," the giant said with tiredness in his voice. "Much better in being a bit weird and that I like to have a toy down there." Another chuckle. "Problem was I needed to talk to that toy. So I got into character. So long as you grabbed onto, well, y-yeah."

He coughed as the air became denser. "Then I could take you away and set you in a pocket or something. Do whatever it took to get Berry satisfied and then hightail it home. I was close to getting you out when you were... i-inside a certain someone. Problem was though, y-you started working... on that thing again—and by then it was too much."

Twilight's blinking came with a blush this time. "Y-You mean you didn't want me to..."

"Y-Yeah." Spike winced. "That was the part that killed me. Don't get me wrong. Berry brought me close too. Talking like that and teasing me in every way she could—that was already hard enough. I figured that, since you're a toy, you would know not to move... yet you, uh... yeah."

Twilight blushed hotter and brighter and wanted the dragon to close his claws into a dome of darkness so as to be saved from having to see his face. Those threats of wanting to latch onto this cock and get him off had all been composed by her mind after all. Since none of the above were true...

"So that means, that whole time, you were trying to save me.... and I kept making it worse on myself?"

Spike tried to smile the best he could. "We all make mistakes in the heat of the moment?"

Twilight collapsed into herself. “Oh dear Celestia I'm hopeless!” Her head fell from side to side until it faltered and hung to the left. "I did all that and you had to clean up your own mess afterward!"

Spike nodded with a grimace. "Yeeeah. I'm never giving a girl, trouble, for wanting to spit ever again."

"Spike!"

"What? It's true!"

"Spiiike!"

"Now that's something I haven't heard in a while."